String Theory

Layers of scars splatter across my thighs

Like an abandoned game of pick up sticks with my dry bones

So close to another line I never noticed before

Bold and blue it cries out like a mighty river flowing beneath my skin, begging to be noticed

One step further, one step deeper

One relapse away

I used to wonder--how close from close is too close?

My veins call out the answer: "As close as a razor's edge."